Lulu always carried her canvas bag with her. She’d found it at the safe zone here in Nevada when she had lost her dad barely a week ago. She’d stuffed all her things into it, including her pistol. She found she could be a little trigger happy if she didn’t keep it away from her hands until she absolutely needed it. Then again, who could blame her? In this hell of a world they lived in now, you almost needed to constantly keep your finger on the trigger… whether to kick infected ass or to kill yourself if you got bit.
She sighed, tying her shoes and tugging at the bottom of her khaki cropped cargo pants. She seemed to live in her cargo pants and black tanks nowadays. As she stretched, enjoying the bright sun for a brief moment of peace, she heard it… a sound from the east wall. She turned quickly and heard the roar that made her grit her teeth in anger. She knew by the sound there were too many to kill them all, and wasn’t going to be stupid. She held onto her bag tightly, her deep blue eyes narrowed as she ran to the garage, looking for an escape vehicle. She saw some of the others loading up into a school bus and hopped on just before the doors closed and they headed out.
The drive was a silent, panicked one. She wanted to offer to drive, but the girl was gripping the wheel so tightly, Lulu pushed the thought from her mind. She glanced out the windows and saw how night time was about to take place. Her eyes widened, looking ghost like against her pale skin and she shook her head. She hated the night time… she hated the dark. Hopefully someone in the bus had a flashlight. If so, she was going to be their best buddy for at least tonight. “Just fine,” Lulu said in an even tone to the girl driving, hoping the lack of panic in her voice would help at least someone feel better.